I have started being honest
about life
and putting lids on the boxes
of possibility
accepting them with lids
closed and sealed
because I see where the journey
has taken me
not far from where I began
and the adventures
I may have still tickled and teased
need to be put away
and instead
I settle down into a chair
and pull out a book
about Cuba
or England
or Ukraine
or Europe
or anywhere
not here
and I journey through
the lines and the words
as close as I can come
to the places and the people
I imagined
Have you seen Maiden, Mother, Crone?
